The Human Abstract:Complex Terms Lyrics

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Careless, to try to think that we've progressedAnd the, and the consequence of walking quietlyWe only know, what we've been toldSelf's exposed,And overloaded, x3These monuments built by thieves, x2Keep us contained.

Polished they stand and guide usI found a four leaf cloverHidden withinBuried beneath my fears.And we fall, kneelingBegging for scraps.

Hands and arms stretched outWe reach for what we're givenSo privilegedI'd imagine it could be the fall of man.The fall of man.

We come from controlA paradigm that leads us through the valleyInto the mouths of wolves,Mouths of wolves, x2We are being eaten alive.

And we fall, kneelingBegging for what?

Hands and arms stretched outWe reach for what we're givenSo privilegedI'd imagine it could be the fall of man.

The tailor's shop has closed, closed,And we don't dress for miracles anymore.The tailor's shop has closed,And we don't dress for miracles anymore.